Izuku was standing all alone in a child's bedroom. The walls were completely covered with All Might posters and every available surface had Pro-Hero merchandise thrown on it. The majority of the hero merchandise seemed to be All Might themed, though there were a few hero products that weren't the number one hero.

"What do you think of my room?" Izuku whipped around as he heard a familiar voice speak directly behind him.

It was him. Izuku was staring at a perfect replica of himself. Well, it wasn't exactly a pure copy. This version of him was wearing that green hero jumpsuit outfit he had seen before.

"This isn't my room," Izuku stated firmly, he wasn't going to take any of this imposter's bullshit, "I would never decorate my room with something so tacky as All Might merch. Not to mention I've been sharing a room with Shigaraki for the past ten years. Try again."

"It is your room," the fake Izuku sighed, shaking his head at him, "you just don't remember."

"Oh please," Izuku growled at the imposter, "that sure seems convenient. You know I'm not an idiot, right? I know exactly what's going on."

"Oh do you?" The fake smirked, raising an eyebrow at him, "why don't you tell me about it then?"

"Well, ever since the UA Training camp attack I've been sick. I've become practically useless to the League in my current state. I am a burden. However, I have never gotten sick in this type of way before, nothing like this has ever happened to me. Nothing has ever been wrong with me previously. So, it has to be the heroes fault! They did something to me at that training camp, hit me with some type of quirk that I didn't notice."

"You people did this to me because you knew it would ruin me! Even now after you have already hurt me, you continue to try and mess with my head! Well I've figured you out! I know that this is all your fault and your mind-games won't work on me anymore."

"Wow," the imposter Izuku dead-plainly stated, "I can't believe you came to the complete opposite conclusion. It's so sad that we're the same person."

Izuku felt his cheeks flush red in anger as the copy teased him. He had no right! The heroes and their stupid little mind-games had put him through hell these past few days. He had even hurt Twice! No more though. Now that he figured out what they were doing, he was going to put a stop to it once and for all.

"I can help you, you know," the copy calmly stated, "you're going to get your memories back, one way or another. The previous One For All holders won't let you stay under the villain's influence. They will break you out of their hold, just like when they broke you out of Shinsou's mind control. Though I guess you don't remember that now."

Izuku growled lightly at the imposter, taking a threatening step forward. He hated him. He hated the way he talked to him, as if he was an injured confused animal that needed help. Everything that left that man's mouth was a lie. He especially hated his clothes, he hated that some version of him was dressing up as a hero. A disgusting pro-hero.

Despite Izuku's visibly growing distaste the imposter continued on, "if you let me help you, I can get you your real memories back faster. If you don't let me help, the process of getting all your old memories returned will most likely be excruciatingly painful."

"As if I'd let you help me!" Izuku screamed, his face was red and practically steaming with anger, "this is all a trick! None of this is real! I am dreaming right now, and this is all the work of some stupid hero's quirk. I bet that if I were to actually take your help, you'd break me permanently."

The imposter started shaking his head at him, he looked desperate and uncomfortable, "Please Izuku, we have a chance to start over, let me help you!"

"You destroyed my life!" Izuku cried out, tears were prickling at the corners of his eyes as he yelled at the copy. He had no idea what he had put him through! The mental torture, the exhaustion, the doubt that was constantly chipping away at him. Even if he did recover, he wasn't sure if things would ever be the same. What if Twice never forgave him?! What if...Shigaraki left him. He would be all alone, and it would be his fault.

"Oh please Izuku," the imposter sneered, clearly annoyed at Izuku's continued resistance, "I couldn't have destroyed your life, cause this life you've dreamt up never even existed! Now with my help, we can both move on."

"Oh, I'm moving on," Izuku chuckled darkly, shaking his head at the fake, "but not with you, with Shigaraki. The only person who has ever loved me for me."

The imposter just chuckled at this and shook his head at Izuku as if he had told him the best joke he'd heard all day. His relationship with Shigaraki was not a joke! Shigaraki meant everything to him. He had been by Shigaraki's side since the very beginning, always supporting him. Now, whenever he sat down and tried to imagine what true love must be like, all he could think of was Shigaraki smiling at him.

"I don't wanna argue with you," the copy sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hands tiredly, as if all the fight had drained out of him with that last comment.

"Then go!" Izuku shouted out, the lights in the bedroom started to flicker.

"I'm only trying to help you-"

Izuku quickly cut off the fake, "I don't want your help!"

"Izuku, there are so many people who love and miss you right now!"

"Don't say that! The only person who loves me is Shigaraki!" The glass windows were starting to crack and split. The lights above them continued to flicker and started to move up and down ominously.

"He doesn't love you!" Everything froze. The lights stopped flickering. The windows stopped creaking. Everything was still.

Before the imposter, the fake Izuku, could say another word, Izuku had wrapped his hands around his throat and squeezed.

He squeezed his throat.

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His blood was black. Not red. Not human. The imposter wasn't human. He was just a fake. His blood wasn't even real. He couldn't even manage that.

The All Might posters on the walls were wet. The big fake smiles that All Might always had plastered on were dripping black ooze. The same ooze that was pouring out of the imposter's broken neck. Izuku started breathing faster. The walls were closing in on him. All Might was looking at him with his glaring empty eyes, they had seen what he had done.

The lights started flickering again.

Suddenly, the imposter's hands reached out and wrapped themselves around Izuku's own neck. The fake's broken body slowly started to rearrange itself as it got off the floor.

"W-what no!" Izuku cried out in fear, he tried to rip the copy's hands off of his neck but they wouldn't budge, "it-it should be over now! Go away!" Izuku broke down as he started to cry, tears rolled down his face.

"Izuku, don't you see? I can't leave, I am you! I'll live inside you forever. No matter how you might try to get rid of me I'll come back! We're one in the same. If I die, you die too! We're the same person."

"No! We're not the same! Y-You're just a hallucination! None of this is real, this is all just in my head. I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming…

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"Izuku!"

Izuku shot up out of his bed as he heard someone screaming his name. It was Toga. Toga had entered his room and was aggressively shaking him awake.

"Aaah-Toga! I-I didn't mean to! I didn't...I didn't mean to. I'm sorry-I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Izuku blabbered on incoherently. He quickly started crying as he grabbed and pulled at his own hair, slowly rocking back n forth.

"Izuku-wait," Toga cried out, quickly the girl grabbed his hands and forced them away from his head, "it's okay, it's okay," she repeated firmly.

"Oh, no, no, no, no-" Izuku sobbed, shaking his head back n forth as fat tears rolled down his cheeks.

"You're safe, it was just a dream. A nightmare. None of it was real, it was all just in your head, Izuku." Toga murmured quietly, slowly ruffling Izuku's hair. Quietly, Toga moved closer to Izuku and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a gentle hug.

Bit by bit, Izuku's sobs slowly turned into quiet sniffles as he rocked back and forth in Toga's arms.

"Do you want me to get one of Shigaraki's hoodies?" Toga questioned, looking on at Izuku with concern in her eyes. Izuku mutedly nodded at this and watched as Toga stood up and started searching through Shigaraki's dresser. He had never seen Toga act this calm before. Usually the girl was jumping around and climbing the walls, like an overactive kid.

It was nice though. He appreciated it.

"Mmmn-thanks" Izuku mumbled out, as Toga dropped one of Shigaraki's black hoodies on him. Quickly, Izuku buried his face into the material and started breathing in its scent deeply. Decay, dust, and mint. His favorite smell.

Suddenly, Toga sighed dramatically and flopped down onto her side.

"Is your head feeling a bit better now? I know things have been tough for you recently, but I know that you can push through it. You are such a cool villain and I want to go out stabbing with you forever, but I can't do that if you're sick. So get better and be a good bad guy." Toga said, looking up at Izuku with her bright cat-like yellow eyes.

"Yeah, my head is definitely feeling a bit better now. Don't worry though, I'll get better, and when I do we'll get revenge on all those UA students." Izuku stated grinning, he couldn't wait. Any day now his medicine would come in and when it did, he'd no longer be weak and soft. He'd be able to hit those heroes with all his strength, no holding back.

"Yes!" Toga yelled out happily, throwing her hands in the air, "revenge! Revenge!" she chanted enthusiastically.

"Also, I was wondering, how were you able to stay so calm during my...episode." Izuku mumbled awkwardly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh! Well, whenever Twice starts freaking out, I always go and help him! So it was easy to help you, Izu. I just did to you what I do for him!" Toga chirped cheerfully, clapping her hands together.

Izuku was not expecting that. He didn't know that Toga helped Twice through some of his tougher mental breakdowns. It was...surprisingly sweet of her.

"Oooh~" Toga gleefully whispered, "I know something else that can help you too, Izu."

"What's that?" Izuku whispered right back.

"Well, well, well, I found something very interesting on Shigaraki's internet history…" Toga trailed off, wiggling her eyebrows at him suggestively. Izuku felt himself blush.

"W-What did you find?" Izuku murmured out quietly, his face flushing a bright red.

"Lingerie. Lots of lingerie." Toga grinned sharply, "he seems to have quite the thing for lingerie. Maybe you should start wearing black lace panties, Izu~~" Toga cooed at him teasingly.

Izuku could feel himself dying. It wasn't even that big of a...sex thing...it was just lingerie. Still, just the idea of Shigaraki looking up that kind of stuff had him flushing. Did he...did he want Izuku to wear that sorta stuff for him?

Izuku groaned and buried his bright red face deeper into Shigaraki's hoodie. Toga was chuckling at him and his embarrassment.

"Maybe if you dress up for him, he'll stop ignoring you." Toga joked, laughing at his distraught expression.

However...she wasn't wrong. Ever since the 'incident' with Twice, Shigaraki had been ignoring him. He was really mad at him. Shigaraki wanted Izuku to already be out on the field doing work for the League. Instead though, Izuku was sick and taking a very long time to recover. Shigaraki was mad that Izuku was causing him so many problems.

Izuku knew that Shigaraki just wanted him to be useful, but as of right now he couldn't be. He was just too sick to go out and fight. However, maybe Izuku could...make himself useful in other ways.

Izuku felt himself flush a bright red as he said, "D-Do you know where...I might be able to find or order lingerie?"

Toga's eyes widened, "you-you actually want to buy some? She questioned.

Suddenly, Toga grinned sharply, "oh yes! Yes! Let's get you looking pretty, Izu!" Toga yelled, launching herself at him.

Oh god. What had he gotten himself into?